Hurricanes blow from the east, whipping up huge waves, and under dark clouds, heavy rain pours down, connecting the sea and the sky as a whole.

Storms of this magnitude are rare, but they are untimely in the fall.

The weather in the north had already cooled down at this time, and with the storm, the temperature dropped sharply. The coast of the Donglai Peninsula is swept by strong winds for hundreds of miles, which is undoubtedly a disaster for people who live by the sea.

However, fishermen who have lived by the sea for a long time have a standard for judging the weather, and they have already sensed the changes in the weather early on.

This is a small village, originally a salt pan, and the village is on the side of the salt pans.

Dajin has long had a tradition of drying salt, this world is no better than the history of the earth that Ding Mu originally understood, and drying salt can only be regarded as a conventional technology for the continent with the existence of gods.

But although the salt can be dried, the fishermen themselves cannot operate it, and the salt farm belongs to the imperial court. Fishermen can dry salt, but not sell, this is already entangled, the key imperial court also has regulations, men over the age of thirteen, in terms of capitation, must also serve in the local salt field for one month every year.

There are more than 30 fishermen living in this village, all surnamed Zhang, who have been fishing on the seashore for generations.

When the hurricane hit, Zhangjiacun had been prepared for a long time, but there were still accidents.

This time the wind was particularly strong, and there was even a whirlpool, which directly swept away the roofs of seven or eight houses. You must know that although the seaside roof is wooden, it also has reinforcement means, and the beams of the mortise and tenon structure can reasonably withstand seven or eight winds.

The hurricane continued, and the villagers were at home, watching some houses in the same village being destroyed, but nothing could be done.

There is a stone house next to the village, but here it is as stable as Mount Tai, and there are even people drinking and practicing the wine order.

Four men with waist knives gathered around a round table, but there was a huge stone pot on the table.

A middle-aged man with a black face wearing a felt hat next to him did not participate, but had a sad face.

"Zhang Erleng! Go and see, the handover date agreed with Ban Lianhu is today, this guy has a tendon, don't want such weather, and drive a boat to pick up the goods, then it will really be a pit goods. “

As the black-faced middle-aged man spoke, he saw a short man get up from his seat and salute, tighten the waistband of his trousers slightly, and bowed down and said, "Yes!

Zhang Erleng turned around without hesitation, took the coat and oil hat on the wall, put them on in just one minute, and walked out without looking back.

When the other three saw Zhang Erleng coming out of the stone house in the rain, they all smiled secretly.

This kind of thing, Lord Yancheng will only let Zhang Erleng, who has no background in the village, do it.

However, it is said that the salt officials of the Great Jin Dynasty are also divided into grades, county-level salt officials, called Cheng, and county-level salt officials, called chiefs, all under the command of Dasi Nong.

And this Dasi Nong is one of the nine ministers of the dynasty, specializing in agriculture, which is different from the dynasty in the history of the earth.

The black-faced middle-aged man is called Yancheng, which is the Yancheng of Penglai County, Donglai County.

It stands to reason that a salt man will not appear in the salt field of Zhangjia Village, but today's situation is special, and it was agreed that the three leaders of the nearby salt gang and the three tigers would come to pick up the goods, but this situation was encountered.

In line with the principle of confidentiality, this salt man only brought two people, plus the two salt guards who were originally stationed in this small salt farm, and the benefits had already been shared, and four people were enough.

Every time Ban Lianhu came over, he would basically bring more than ten people and three small boats, load the goods and leave, but today it seems that he is going to be in the soup.

As expected by that Yancheng, Ban Lianhu is a well-known tendon, and when he set off, he noticed that the weather was a little strange, but Ban Lianhu did not have half a point of retreat.

When the three boats were halfway to Zhangjiacun Bay, less than ten miles away from Zhangjiacun Bay, they really encountered a hurricane and strong waves.

A huge wind and waves struck, and in the first round, a ship disappeared into the vast sea, and the four people on board were naturally all boneless.

These people of the Salt Gang, where are a few people who have learned martial arts, that is, the three masters Ban Lianhu himself, but also the second-layer copper realm of martial arts, this is still when he went out to escort the foot caravan in his early years, he accidentally saved a master, and the master saw that Ban Lianhu had a straightforward personality and spoke a little better, which was called righteousness.

The master felt that Ban Lianhu was a good person, and he had the grace to save his life, so Fang casually taught a set of exercises that did not enter the stream, which gave Ban Lianhu the opportunity to become the three leaders of the Three Tigers Gang today.

Ban Lianhu saw that a ship behind him was gone in a blink of an eye, and suddenly yelled angrily.

"Ermazi! bald! Hurry up and get off the sails! Hurry! Hurry!"

At this time, the sails are still hanging, which is tantamount to looking for death.

There is no need for Ban Lianhu to roar, there is already a person in charge of the sail, pull the rope, and the canvas will fall directly with a "boom".

"Three masters, this situation seems not good, this is only the first wave, looking at this situation, I am afraid it will be more serious. ”

A bald man cracked his mouth full of yellow teeth, and said with a crying face.

"Nonsense! When Lao Tzu can't see it! Hurry up, this storm is coming too quickly, and the big ship is inconvenient. But don't worry, tow out the boat, we'll row ashore, this boat is gone!"

"Huh!?"

"Smack!" Ban Lianhu slapped the bald head on the spot.

"What are you doing!

"Er Mazi! Get off the boat! The boat is gone!"

Ban Lianhu greeted Er Mazi on the other boat opposite, he was worthy of being the gang leader for several years, and he still had the courage to see, this decision saved seven lives.

Two small boats, desperately sprinting to the shore a few miles away, the huge waves rolled in, sometimes letting the two small boats float at the end of the waves, sometimes sinking into the hole of the waves.

These people have survived in the sea for decades, and they have the ability to survive in the sea, but it is so dangerous that these two boats still run aground on the beach.

At this time, everyone looked back at the sea, only to see the black clouds in the distance, it began to rain early, this is not important, only to see that at this time in the black clouds, lightning staggered, thunder roared, the momentum was terrifying.

The bald head grinned and said with a mouthful of yellow teeth: "The three masters, this time the loss is big, the ship can have the income of four salt farms, and when I turn around, I am afraid that the big boss will have something to say again." ”

Ban Lianhu's face twitched slightly, but in a blink of an eye, he was fine, and patted the bald man on the top of his head as usual: "As long as you have a lot of mouths, hurry up and find a place, hide first, wait for the wind and rain to pass, and then go to the salt field in Zhangjia Village. ”

"Okay!"

The bald man seemed to be used to it, and he didn't care about the slapping on the top of his head, and turned around to go to organize.

It's strange to say that the weather was originally very dangerous, but after only half an hour, it began to clear up.

The seashore seemed to be plowed by something, but the trees on the mountain were firm, and the whole sky seemed to be unusually clear.

"Look! What is that?"

The bald man was the first to emerge from behind the stones, and just as he was about to breathe fresh air, he noticed movement on the surface of the sea that had just calmed.

Ban Lianhu and the others looked for prestige, only to see that on the calm sea just now, there were a few heads, and these heads were still moving, and they were actually six big living people swimming to the shore.

"Bald! Go and see if it's the brother who fell from the ship. No, the number is not right! Wait, brothers, copy guys!"

Under Ban Lianhu's order, the seven of his subordinates each pulled out their Ming Huang waist knives.

But despite this, Ban Lianhu did not order the culling, but only took precautions. The other party also has six people, and if they can come out of that storm alive, they must not be good people.

In the event of a firefight, there will be casualties on your side.

When the man in the sea swam near, he saw that the first person to come ashore was a boy of about thirteen years old.

Ban Lianhu breathed a sigh of relief, and when he looked again, it was an old man who came up, followed by the two people who stood up, one of whom had no left arm and the other who had no left leg.

Ban Lianhu was speechless, but it turned out to be a group of old and weak.

However, the two people who came up behind made Ban Lianhu's heart tighten. I saw that one of the two people had a scar on his face, from the root of his ear to the corner of his mouth, which was very hideous, and the other person was even more fierce, and there was a metal shell bigger than a slap on the top of his head.